Jazz

So let me tell you about Jazz.

Short for Jasmine, I met her through an ad I placed on Craigslist, looking for like-minded women who fancied some NSA girl on girl sex.

Jazz was American, over here for a month's office secondment from her college in small-town America. She was 22 and very innocent, although she had had several boyfriends at home. She wanted to try everything while she had the chance in England, stuff she'd never get away with in her gossipy little town.

I went over to her student flat in North London, she wanted the security of knowing she had nearby friends she could call if I turned out to be a weirdo. I'd seen a picture of her face and she looked pretty harmless. Little did I know..!

Her flat turned out to be a really nice one bed with kitchen/lounge and full bathroom, nicely furnished and warm enough to be comfortable. She opened some wine and we sat on the huge sofa to chat. She'd come to meet me in the communal hallway and I was amazed by her appearance. She was at least 5'8" with the longest, toned and athletic legs I'd seen in a long while. They were helped by the shortest denim miniskirt that could be classed as legal, and a cute pair of Converse on her feet. She's black - did I mention that? - and her skin just glowed like beautiful ebony in the evening sunlight that poured into the hall. On her top half was a neat black strappy vest, with clearly no bra but very perky firm tits inside it. Oh to be 22 again!

This description of her clothing makes her sound really provocative and a bit slutty but she was far from this. In fact, her clothes made her look even younger than she was, which of course only made the 45year old me more horny! Her legs were just sooooo very long and lithe, it would have been almost a crime to have covered them with more skirt or trousers. Her innocent face and very fresh complexion made the whole ensemble extremely charming (and totally fuckable, but maybe that's just me)

Anyway, there we were, half the wine bottle gone, getting comfy on the sofa, life stories shared and inhibitions ebbing away.

Half way through a sentence, she turned her huge brown eyes to look at me steadily and seriously and then leant in for our first kiss. Wow. From the initial soft tentative quick pecks, we soon graduated to a long, mouth-open, tongues-searching, lips-pressing, urgent hot kiss. She ground her lips on to mine, flicked her tongue around the inside of my mouth, sucked my top lip into her mouth, and did all the things guaranteed to get my juices flowing. How the hell did she know all this stuff? I went from being the older, wiser, more experienced woman to a quivering wreck, putty in the hands of this incredible sexy girl.

I seized the opportunity to progress things and moved one hand down her front to caress one of her very visibly erect nipples through her skimpy top. Instant reaction. She moaned, quivered, and slumped down the sofa, spreading her legs as she did so. I broke off the kiss to look at her. Her face said it all. She was beyond aroused and needed me. She glanced down at her thighs, my gaze, and my hand, followed. I trailed my fingers slowly up her right thigh while she breathed heavily, all the time looking at me with eyes clouded with lust. I could feel the heat from her groin as my hand travelled higher. As she'd slid down the sofa, her tiny skirt had ridden up to expose a cute pair of white 'boy-short' knickers. Next to her dark skin, they looked incredibly virginal.

Finally my hand reached the fabric on her inner thigh. I slid one finger across the gusset. It was drenched. I was so surprised I automatically cupped my whole hand across her pussy through her knickers. They were absolutely soaking wet.

She gave me a long look and sighed. "I'm cursed with an ultra sensitive clit. As soon as I'm aroused it goes into overdrive and if there's anything touching it, like underwear, it just makes me gush uncontrollably. I usually go commando to avoid this, but I can't if my skirt is short. It's actually really embarrassing. I have to wear a panty liner most days to avoid wet stains on my clothes. And I get so horny when I feel my clit swell up, and sometimes it's really bad timing."

I felt so sorry for her at that moment, she looked so fed up. But, hey, there's worse problems in life than an over-active cunt and I was determined to get her to see the positive side.

So I whispered that it was absolutely fine with me and that I was really turned on by her wetness. Would she mind if I tasted it? She nodded, closed her eyes and gently pushed my head downwards.

I knelt on the floor and gazed up at her crotch. Her panties were dark with her juices, some of her soft pubes were escaping around the tops of her thighs, there was the most delicious musky aroma filling my nostrils and her legs were by now spread wide in anticipation of my attention.

I couldn't hold myself back. I had to taste this beautiful girl. I opened my mouth wide and took her whole crotch into it, knickers and all. I sucked her juices from the fabric and felt her pussy lips swollen beneath. It was heavenly. She moaned and bucked and thrust her pussy up towards my mouth again and again.

Before she could climax again, I let her go and moved my mouth to a waiting nipple, which seemed to be desperately trying to pierce the thin material of her vest. She pushed me off, muttering "No, it's no good, I can't wait any longer, please make me cum now". She tore off her vest and skirt and lay back on the couch. "Please Rachel, please!"

How could I refuse?

I took one nipple in my mouth and started sucking it and flicking it gently with my tongue. My hand caressed her firm flat tummy all the way down to her pubic bone and her panties. She wriggled out of them, with a little help from me. With my face buried in her breast, I couldn't see what lay beneath the discarded underwear so my fingers had to explore by themselves. I knew I needed to go slowly so as not to over-stimulate her, and I really wanted to see how long she could remain, poised on the edge of a potentially massive orgasm.

I stroked her slowly up her long inner thigh, stopping when I felt the soft hair on her outer lips. Each leg in turn, and never touching anywhere near the clit or inner lips. After a few minutes of this torture I finally allowed my fingers to sweep around, across the top of her pussy and right down to below her hole. She was moaning softly all the time and thrusting her hips upwards to try to get me to touch her properly.

My index finger just continued making circles around her cunt. And eventually the circles got a bit smaller every time until the point at which it swept across the hood of her clit and then across the mouth of her vaginal hole. Her hips shot forward and her breast in my mouth seemed to engorge even more with her heightened arousal.

My finger continued circling, faster and harder, and brushed against her swollen lips. I couldn't see what was going on but I could feel the heat rising again and her pussy opening up to me. I carried on teasing her for another minute before relenting and moving down to where her lips were stuck shut above her slit. I rapidly flicked my finger up along it, attempting to get them to open up all by themselves. Her juices stared to flow and in no time I was able to plunge my finger deep inside her and slide the wetness between her meaty lips towards her clit, which was by now swollen and throbbing.

Jazz was desperate for a good finger fucking. She pushed herself up into my hand, urging me in deeper and harder. My face was still buried in her tits and I was really enjoying the touch-only approach to her cunt. I tried three fingers inside her and she gobbled them up. Harder and harder I went, in and out, squelching ever louder as she became wetter and wetter.

Suddenly I stopped, and slip-slided my hand quickly up to her massive engorged clitoris. A few swift rubs with my slippery fingers and she lost control. Her whole body spasmed violently, she pushed me away, cried out, and then lay back, totally limp.

"Fuck. That was. Amazing. Never. Cum. Like that. Before."

Jazz lay flat out on the sofa, one foot resting on the back, the other foot on the floor, her arms spread wide, eyes closed and a contented smile on her face. I crouched on the floor, just gazing at this goddess I had just pleasured, and wondered what more I could do for her.

Her skin had a sheen from her sweat and she positively glowed in the lamp-light. I looked down at her cunt. The juices were still running out of her and were now dripping on to the floor. I knew what needed doing. I edged along until my mouth was above her, stuck my tongue out as far as it would go, and, slowly and gently, licked her pussy clean and drank up those honeyed juices. I have never tasted anything more delicious.

Jazz moaned as I licked her but i was careful not to go near her clit for fear of exciting her too much too soon. Once I'd cleaned up her slit, I took the opportunity of sucking her meaty labia into my mouth and thoroughly washing them too with my tongue.

I love love love giving oral sex and feeling a fresh slippery cunt in my mouth is one of my greatest pleasures in life. And it gets me hotter and wetter myself than almost anything else. So you can imagine that by this time I was feeling pretty aroused. And was still fully dressed! Although my skirt was up around my thighs, my blouse was untucked and unbuttoned, my breasts had escaped from my bra and my knickers were sticking to my own cunt.

I decided we should probably get a little more comfortable, and Jazz agreed by leading me into the bedroom where she quickly stripped off my clothes and pushed me down on to the bed. "Now it's your turn," she whispered. My body instantly stiffened and my pussy clenched in anticipation.

She started by lightly stroking me with her hands all over my body except my erogenous zones. Gentle, feather like touches which had me gasping for more. She must have spent ten agonising minutes deliberately not touching my breasts or groin and resisting all my best efforts to make her do so. I was quivering with desire, every nerve ending taut with expectation, never knowing where her fingers would go to next. On and on and on. I have never been so close to orgasm without direct stimulation.

Finally. Her thumb and forefinger closed around a nipple and began to squeeze and caress. Then the other hand on the other nipple. I had had my eyes closed all the time and nearly jumped off the bed with shock at the unexpected touch. Both nipples being rhythmically flicked in time with each other, harder and harder, faster and faster. Shock waves were going through my body, from my nipples straight to my clit, which I could feel quivering.

Another new sensation. A soft mouth around my right nipple and a tongue circling it and every so often giving it a flick in time with the finger flicking the left nipple. I was dangerously close to coming and pushed Jazz's head away from my tender breasts. "I don't want to come too soon! I need you in my cunt"

That gentle hand caressed my stomach, moving in tiny circles slowly downwards, teasing me and making me moan for more. It reached my cunt at last and continued its circles down my thighs, completely missing all the most exciting areas. I sighed in disappointment and Jazz laughed an evil laugh. "I want you to come hard for me, but not yet..."

The caressing continued, and a few minutes later, her tongue had taken the place of her hand. It licked up and down my inner thighs, stopping millimetres from my sensitive labia, and circled round the top of my clitoris hood making sure not to touch it. I was so tense I could almost *feel* what her mouth would be like on my aching clit and my cunt juices were boiling up inside me and unable to escape without her parting my sticky flaps. I groaned and quivered and tried in vain to push her head into the right places. But she was so strong. And made me suffer for what felt like hours. I was desperately squeezing on my tits, trying to get some orgasmic relief but the feelings between my legs overwhelmed me.

Just when I thought I wouldn't survive this, Jazz's quick tongue suddenly lapped across my clit. It was like an electric shock. By the time her tongue came back for a second pass, the hood had retracted and my clit was swollen bigger than ever before. Her warm mouth engulfed it and her tongue went to work furiously licking back and forth. My body gave in at that point and a huge orgasm ripped through me. I thrust my hips so hard that Jazz was thrown backwards but luckily had been holding on to my legs so her head stayed close to me. My body shook, and I wailed loudly. And that wicked tongue pushed its way between my poor swollen lips, right into my cunt and sucked up all the foaming juices that started pouring out. She licked and slurped and swallowed and gulped, and when I was finally able to open my eyes and look up at her, her face was shiny and sticky with my cum and she had the sexiest grin across it. "How was it for you babe?" she asked naughtily. I barely had the energy to smile and blow her a kiss before closing my eyes again and drifting into the most well-deserved sleep.